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The fact that he didn’t stop me, so that he could tell me that I was wrong, and that I didn’t know what I was talking about, proved to me that I was spot on with my shit.
I just hoped that this fool wasn’t out here moving weight. That would be foolish as hell. Hopefully, he was able to take in everything that I was saying to him, and whatever dealings he had going on with those fools, he would bring it to an end.
Chapter 11
Dionne Henry
Crossing That Line
“Hi, my handsome boy. Mommy misses you so much. I will be back tomorrow morning to get you. We’re going to snuggle, watch some movies, go outside and play fetch. We’re going to do all your favorite things,” I cooed to my baby Bagel, as I was on a facetime call with him.
One of the staff members called me, so that I could see Bagel because I was going crazy being away from my baby. He was so hyper on the facetime call, running all around the patio area where they had him, doing his little zoomies, and I knew that he had all that energy because of the sound of my voice. Seeing how happy my baby was, it made me want to walk over to Blake and tell her that I was getting ready to take my ass back home, but I knew that I couldn’t do that to my girl. She was going to be pissed.
“How has he been Victoria?” I asked the staff member that had called me.
Victoria and I were cool. I loved when she was working at the pet concierge that my condo had because she had a love for dogs just as I did, and I knew that Bagel was in good hands whenever he was with her. She loved Bagel as if he was her own puppy, and a few times in the past, she’s joked about taking him away fromme. Bagel loved Victoria just as much. Whenever I dropped him off there, he would be happy to see her, running all around her, sniffing her, and jumping up and down her leg.
“He’s been good, Ms. Henry. You know Bagel never gives me any problems. I can tell that he misses you though, especially at night. He did a little bit of whining last night before going to bed, but he eventually calmed down. You know he’s in good hands here, so no need to worry. Before the day is over, I’ll make sure to send you some more pictures, and videos of him,” she assured me, lowkey making me a little sad, hearing that my baby had been whining last night.
I had her put the camera back on him for a little bit, just so that I could talk to him for a little bit more, and it was hard, but I eventually hung the phone up. I sat my phone down in my lap, and I focused on what was in front of me. My eyes went on Blake, who was in her element right now, being the bad ass that she was. My girl has been prancing around in her Prada heels since seven this morning, which was the time that we arrived at the shoot, and the way she was working the room all day, moving around as if she was in sandals, just proved the kind of bad ass bitch that she was.
Blake was truly a fashion icon, and watching her today, seeing the way she could put different looks together, and make everything that Flex put on resemble something that should have had him on the cover of a GQ magazine was truly honorable. With the amount of time that we’ve been here, I’ve watched this entire thing unfold. There has been multiple setups. One minute we were inside the studio, getting studio shots, and that came with different outfit changes, and Flex’s entire team was here, so they were shooting footage as well, so that they could put clips together for his social media.
It was going on six in the evening now, and we were outside, finishing the day with what was called the main visual. This wasan outdoor sunset scene, and Blake was standing in front of Flex, fixing the waistline of the jeans that he was wearing. I was sitting next to the directors for today’s shoot, and video footage. With that, Blake wasn’t paying me any attention, but Flex was. Truthfully, the nigga has been paying me attention since first thing this morning, and he played his part in why I was so ready to leave this shoot.
I’ll give it to him and admit that Flex was a very attractive dude. I know that I said that Tank wasn’t my type, but Flexreallywasn’t my type. No amount of money in the world would ever have me crossing that line and talking to him on any romantic kind of level. I couldn’t get with the men that would sag their pants, having their entire ass out. He came to the shoot this morning with a gang of niggas, and each of them were sagging in their jeans like that. Not only did he sag in his jeans, but he had a mouth full of gold teeth, face tattoos, and all day, they had been playing his music, and each song, I witnessed him call women everything, except for a child of God. Everything was “these hoes”, “these bitches”, and “these sluts”, so that told me everything that I needed to know about him.
The only reason why I even called him attractive is because I knew that if he didn’t walk around sagging in his jeans, if he removed the gold teeth, and if he appreciated women more in his lyrics, I could see him with a clear view and admit that he was actually handsome. I also wouldn’t give him the time of day because the nigga was 25 years old. That was a damn child to me.
“This the last look, and then we’re leaving. Don’t get mad at me, but Kendrix texted me about five minutes ago. He sees that I’m in New York, and he wants to see me before we leave in the morning. Just let me go over there for about an hour, get some dick, and we can go out tonight. Hit a club or something,” she said, and I sat here chuckling at her goofy ass because she talked all this shit last night, making it seem like she couldn’t stand hisass, and swearing that she wasn’t going to see him while we were here.
I wasn’t mad at all because I knew she would do this. I also wasn’t tripping because I needed a damn nap, so while she was out, getting her dick, I could be in bed, sleeping.
“And this is why I don’t take shit that you say serious,” was all I said to her, and she laughed, while leaning on the table that was next to her.
I followed her gaze, seeing that she was staring at Flex, and then she reverted her attention back to me.
“Girl, you know he been in my ear about you all damn day,” she shared, and I groaned.
“Which is why when this is over, I’m hauling ass because he’s looking for his moment to come over here and talk to me. You of all people should know that there is no way in hell that I would ever talk to him,” I shot, and she cracked up laughing, and that laugh alone told me that she knew that I would never do it.
“Girl, when we were doing his first look, he going to ask me what’s up with you. I laughed right in his face and told his young ass that he didn’t stand a chance. I gotta give it to him, he’s cocky because he has no understanding as to why you wouldn’t mess with him. Let him down easily because I already know that he’s going to say something to you once the shoot is over. He already told me that he would,” she shared with me.
“I’m going to tell him that I’m a lesbian,” I replied, and she chuckled again.
“Don’t even because that’ll just turn him on even more. Let me go back over there. Don’t run off, Dionne. Wait until the shoot is over, so that we can leave out together. We’re still going to take a taxi back to my apartment because I gotta shower and stuff. Your ass will try and leave, so don’t!” she was firm. I assured her that I wasn’t going to go anywhere.
The shoot wrapped up about thirty minutes later, and that was my cue to get the hell on. I had no idea where Flex had disappeared to, but I was glad that I no longer saw him. Blake had gone over, and she was talking with all the other creatives that helped out with today’s shoot. I used this time to slip back inside the studio because I wanted to use the restroom before we got back into the taxi to head back to her apartment.
I made it to the restroom, handled my business inside, and after washing my hands, and checking myself out in the mirror, I walked out of the door, and I wanted to scream out loud when I saw that Flex was standing outside the restroom door, waiting for me.
Immediately, I got annoyed, and he must have sensed it because he backed up a little bit, while throwing both his hands up, as if he was letting me know that he was coming to me in peace.
“I swear I’m not a weird nigga. I’m not. I didn’t see you anymore outside, so I asked someone from my crew, and they told me that you came inside to use the restroom. I don’t want you to feel like I’m following behind you or anything like that because that’s not the case. Since the shoot is over, I know that you, and Blake won’t be here much longer, so I just had to come over, and speak before you ran off. My name is Flex. I think you’re really beautiful,” he admitted, reaching his hand out, wanting me to shake it.
His talking voice compared to his rapping voice were two different things. You would think from his lyrics that his words would have been disrespectful coming at me, but it wasn’t.
“I appreciate it. My name is Dionne,” I responded, just being respectful because that was the way that he’d come at me.
